What does it mean to be wounded. Is it the end it can seem? Or a chance at a new beginning?
This Mare is my savior. When I was at my lowest in life she gave me love and held space for me to find my way back to her.
I did not know if I’d ever ride again after a back injury. I remember my boss telling me if I truly was injured I should sell my horses…
I cried the entire day. There was no way I could or would sell the one safe place I had to go. To cry, to not be judged, to be. It brings tears to my eyes now, and that was 25 years ago.
We went through a lot together. I brought a new horse home, and Magic was not impressed she wanted to be an only child. One night she kicked through the fence at the new mare. The next morning she wasn’t out to greet me, and the fence was tore out. I started praying. When I found her she had a hole in her back leg I could put my whole hand into.
It took us almost 8 years to close that hole all the way. Four different vets, lots of bandages, and finally cutting all the scar out, then skin graphs.
She has given me new meaning to resilience. She has had some permanent damage, which if you meet her will be obvious.
It was 1991 when Magic joined my heart. We had big dreams, rode 4-5 days a week. We were going to be one of the first American Warm Blood registered. Things changed, we changed.
But let me tell you when you turn this Magic mare out she has power and joy at coming 28 years old that brings a smile to my face.
She never gave up on me and I’ll never give up on her.
Life happens. What you do with it is up to you.